Little Pea is now 18 months old, and we are still continuing on our breastfeeding journey. The Princess had decided she had had enough of my milk by the time she was 12 months, which devastated me and left me feeling empty and redundant, yet also meant I could take the medication which successfully controlled my anxiety and depression. Swings and roundabouts and all that, eh?
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I know, I know, it isn’t even December yet and I’ve already uttered the ‘E’ word. A year or more ago, I’d have been horrified at anyone even thinking about planning for Easter in November, but now The Princess is at school it doesn’t seem all that terrible an idea.
As The Boyfriend and… Continue reading
It’s that time of year, pay day is fast approaching, and there’s a kinda big day not far away where we all like to acknowledge those special people in our lives, lavishing them with gifts and treats, treating them like royalty for the day, waiting on them with chocolates and Black Velvets and cake, and generally spoiling them silly.
OK, sorry, that was all just a small hint for… Continue reading
The title above is a quote from Dr Maya Angelou, and it goes a little way to helping relieve the guilt I feel over so many aspects of our parenting of The Princess in the first two years of her little life. But it doesn’t go as far as stopping me from desperately wanting to turn the clock back three and a bit years, to understand all that… Continue reading
This morning I lay in bed, eyes shut, back aching from a night spent sleeping on one side feeding a teething Pea, listening to The Princess and The Boyfriend playing I spy. What I heard went something like this:
Princess: I spy with my little eye something beginning with T. Television!
Boyfriend: Yes very good but I have to guess what you can spy.
Boyfriend: You say the letter and I… Continue reading
I may have mentioned this before (and then blocked it out through shame and embarrassment) but my very guilty pleasure is watching Keeping Up With The Kardashians. And it’s many spin-offs. In truth I am a “reality” TV junkie (most of this TV is so far removed from reality, it’s laughable), I also can’t get enough of those ra-ras from Made In Chelsea, or the fabulous girls on My Big… Continue reading
For a long while now I have been reading and practicing (or trying to) gentle parenting. In the throes of sleep deprivation and one too many evenings of solo-parenting, I have to say I’m possibly fairly far removed from ‘gentle’, but for the most part I try to see the world through the eyes of my children. I am constantly learning, every day, how to be a more empathetic, calm… Continue reading
The Princess started school this week. School! She only just turned three! When she was born, The Boyfriend and I said that starting in nursery school at three seemed very young, and that we would probably just start her in reception class, as she would have only just turned four, which still seemed so very young. By the time she was eighteen months, we knew she would be more than… Continue reading
**Warning: This post contains sick-inducing schmaltz**
I just went up to The Princess for the second time since putting her to bed this evening. She was singing “Mummy Daddy” to the tune of ‘Frere Jacques’. It was lovely, but loud, and likely to wake her brother. Again. And then we had the following exchange:
Me: You need to try and settle down and sleep now baby, it’s late… Continue reading
Some days all the knowledge, all the things I have read and learned and continue to learn about parenting, get booted into a box, squished with a hefty thud, locked inside and kicked under the bed. Some days, my patience, my ability to listen, to understand, to reason, my ability to see the world through the eyes of my three-year and fifteen-month olds is totally over-powered by my need for… Continue reading